Guys wanted to tell you something. Actually on Wednesday I didn't write the collab fiction not because I was busy, but was seriously thinking of quitting writer's corner in IF and stick myself to analysis of some contemporary shows.
I had almost decided I will tell Shirley that I am so sorry I will not be able to continue as I don't feel like writing and was planning to give the regular readers of my fiction Seven Vows the remaining story in a one or 2 parts through individual PMs. Writing it in short gist wont take much time.
Now you will ask why such a drastic decision, that too suddenly. It was not sudden. Actually a thought has been nagging me for quite some time that a reader of my posts and fiction have taken my ideas, twisted them in the most ugliest way and using it as their own. It is not direct plagiarism, but I would say a very clever and strategic plagiarism where it is difficult to point out actually your work has been plagiarized. If it was done by any tom, dick, harry I wouldn't have been hurt this much, but it has been done by someone who praises my work in front and bashes my view from behind. But I was silent, didn't wanted to create unnecessary debate.
But whatever the person wrote on Wednesday was too much for me to take. Because it was the most dirtiest, ugliest, bashing for my work which others may not be able to find, but since I am the one who have written it, it just couldn't miss my eyes. I was fed up. Someone was taking my ideas, twisting it and I am unable to do anything about it. Because I do not have any proof to substantiate my claim. The person can always use technicality to get away telling I am seeing things. I didn't want to write any more. Why should I. Write and give ideas to someone else, who is lifting it, bashing it, and then comes and praises me also 🤢. It was really a sick feeling.
But 2 phone calls that day made me change my decision. As if the Supreme Power itself felt, I will not even attempt a fight and give it up if I felt I was all alone. One was my best friend, my friend from kindergarden who was calling me after say 3-4 months. The first question she asked me was " How are you " than her usual " What news dear". I asked her why such a question, she said she felt like calling me. My bestie who had supported me through most of the ups and downs of my life wanted me to share my feelings. Actually it was a relief talking to her for more than a hr telling her everything what I felt. She doesn't read a thing I write. I mean she never reads books much. But she said we had never quit. That person shouldn't be the reason I should be quitting what I enjoy the most.
Second was my call from youngest uncle. My emotional backbone. The person I used to run since childhood whenever I had a problem. how much ever down I was, how much ever I had felt I cannot do it, the person who has always put me back in the ring to fight it out. I didn't tell him anything, but that call asking me whether I will be coming to his place on Monday and Chachi asking whether we will be there for breakfast or lunch made me feel like how can I give up. If there was one person who was responsible for making me whom I am after my parents it is him. And he would never want me to quit because of any unpleasant incident. But rather face it.
So I am putting it here in this thread. Since an indirect method of attack has been deployed, I will also use the same. I am not taking the name of the person who is doing it. But I want the person to know that if the analyst in me can see things in a show which others don't see, if the analyst in me can correlate the seemingly unrelated incidents in a show. If the analyst in me can draw parallel between Ramayana and MB, it didn't take even a second for me to understand what you have done. I will not ask you to owe up your mistake or look at your conscience. Because if you had conscience you wouldn't have done what you have done. I know maybe you will lose connect with this story also, but will stalk this thread to lift the ideas. You are most welcome. Please go ahead. Take whatever you want, twist how much ever you want, and present it as your POV.
I know fake will glitter more than original and there will be more takers and appreciation for the fake also. But I know one other thing also. Fake can get instant appreciation, but original, the proof of original is always given by time, the worth of original is always shown by time. And I give it to time to give proof of what you have done.
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